MTL - Reverend Insanity (Gu Daoist Master)-~ Section 3: Please play eggs on one side

State, state, state, state.

The parade of the parade, knocking on the rhythm of the scorpion.

The sound was introduced into the high-rise hanging building, Fangyuan opened the dry eyelids, and the heart said: "It’s five days."

I was thinking about lying in bed for a long time last night, and I planned to have a lot of plans. It only took a while to sleep.

This body has not yet begun to practice, and the energy is not strong, so the bursts of tiredness and sleepiness still hang over the body and mind.

However, the experience of more than 500 years has long created the deepest will of Fangyuan Steel. This is the meaning of lethargy, nothing at all.

When even the thin wire of the body was pushed open, it cleaned up and stood up.

Pushing open the window, the spring rain has stopped.

The fresh moisture mixed with the scent of dirt, trees and wildflowers suddenly came to the surface. Fang Yuandeng felt clear, and the drowsiness of sleepiness was driven away.

At this time, the sun has not risen yet, and the sky is blue and deep, like dark.

Looking around, the high-rise hanging tower built with green bamboo and trees is lined with mountains, and it is a quiet and green color.

The high-rise hanging building has at least two floors and is a unique structure of a mountain dwelling house. Because the mountains are rugged, the first floor is a huge wooden stake, and the second floor is the home of people.

Fang Yuan and his brother lived on the second floor.

"Master Fang Yuan, you wake up. The slaves come upstairs and wait for you to wash." At this moment, a girl's voice came downstairs.

Fang Yuan looked down and saw that he was close to his body.

Her appearance can only be considered medium, but dressed well, wearing a green shirt, long-sleeved trousers, embroidered shoes under her feet, and a pearl plaque on her hair, all of which exude youthful vitality.

She glanced gratifiedly at Fangyuan, holding a basin of water, and went upstairs.

Water is warm water that is used to wash your face. The mouth of the mouth is covered with snow and salt, and it can clean the teeth.

Shen Cui waited softly, with a smile on his face and a spring brow. Then he dresses for the party, and in the process, he uses the full arm or the back of the chest from time to time.

Fang Yuan's face is expressionless, and his heart is like water.

This embarrassment is not only the eye line of the uncle, but also the vanity and the temperament. The last life was blinded by it. After the opening ceremony, his status plummeted. She suddenly turned her face and gave her no eyes.

When Fang Zhenglai came, he saw Shen Cui as the source of the square to smooth the folds on the chest clothes, and the eyes could not help but flash a hint of envy.

In those years, he lived with his brother and was taken care of by the source. He also had a slave to wait. However, it is not a young cockroach like Shen Cui, but an old-fashioned mother.

"If it is a day, Shen Cui can serve me like this, what is the taste?" Founder thought a little, but some did not dare to think.

My aunt's uncle favors Fangyuan, which is a well-known thing in the government.

Originally, he did not have a slave to serve, or Fang Yuan took the initiative to ask for the Founder.

Although there is a difference in the identity of the master and the servant, but the Founder does not dare to take a nap at this week. Because of Shen Cui's mother, she is the indulgence of her aunt, and she is also the steward of the entire house. She is deeply trusted by her aunt and has a lot of authority.

"Okay, don't need to clean up." Fang Yuan impatiently opened the soft and soft hand, the clothes have long been flat, and Shen Cui is more lure.

For her, her future is bright, and her qualifications are extremely likely. If she can become a side room of Fangyuan, she can turn from slave to the main.

The last generation of Fangyuan was blinded and even liked this prostitute. After the rebirth, it is a hole in the fire, and the heart is cold.

"You step back." Fang Yuan did not look at Shen Cui, finishing his cuffs.

Shen Cui slightly pouted, for Fang Yuan today's unresolved feelings to some strange and wronged. I want to say something that is spoiled, but I was shocked by the inexplicable temperament of Fang Yuan. I opened the mouth several times and finally said "Yes" and slammed back.

"Are you ready?" Fang Yuan looked at Founder.

The younger brother stood in the doorway, looking down at his toes, and whispered softly.

He actually woke up in the fourth time, nervously can't sleep, sneak up and get ready early, both eyes are black.

Fang Yuan nodded. The thoughts in his brother's heart were not clear in his previous life, but why didn't he understand this life?

But at this time it was meaningless to break, and faintly told: "Let's go."

So the brothers walked out of their homes, and along the way, they met many peers, two or three, and obviously had the same destination.

"Look, that's the two brothers of Fangjia." The small ear heard a cautious argument.

"The one who walks in front of that is the source of the poem." Some people stressed.

"It turned out to be him, faceless, and no one else, as true as the rumors." Some people are sour, with envy and envy.

"Hey, if you can be like him, you can do this too!" Someone screamed like this, hiding a kind of dissatisfaction.

The party listened with a blank expression, and he was used to such arguments.

He lowered his head and followed his brother and walked silently.

At this time, the sky is already lit up, and the shadow of Fangyuan is cast on his face.

The rising sun is gradually rising, but the Founder suddenly feels that he is going to the darkness.

This darkness comes from his brother, and perhaps in this life, he can't break away from the huge shadow of his brother.

He felt a burst of depression and even poor breathing in his chest. This **** feeling made him even think of the word "suffocation"!

"Oh, such a discussion, it really is that Mu Xiu will be urged by Lin Feng." Listening to the voice of the ear ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Fang Yuan heart sneer.

It is no wonder that after measuring his own qualifications, he will be surrounded by enemies, and he has been subjected to harsh, white-eyed and cold encounters for a long time.

The younger brother behind him is getting more and more dull breathing, and he also has his ears.

What I have not noticed in the past life, this life is a clear observation.

This is a keen insight into the life experience of five hundred years.

He suddenly thought of his father and aunt, and there are some means. I have given myself a personal monitor to give my brother a match. In fact, there are other differences in the details of life.

This is all intentional, that is, to provoke the injustice of the younger brother's heart, to provoke his brotherhood.

The world is not afflicted, but suffers from inequality.

In the past life, I experienced too little, and my younger brother was too stupid and innocent, and was succeeded by my uncle.

Since the rebirth, it is necessary to open a grand ceremony. The situation seems to be difficult to return. However, the means and wisdom of the Fangyuan Magic Road are not to be changed.

This younger brother can completely suppress the consignment, and Shen Cui has a small taro film, which is more able to earn income early. There are also aunts and aunts, patriarchs, and at least hundreds of programs.

"But I don't want to do this..." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart.

Even if it is a younger brother, there is no family, but an outsider, and he will give up.

Even if Shen Cui grows beautiful again, there is no love and loyalty, but it is a flesh. After the income. Palace? She is not worthy.

Even if it is a father-in-law, how is the patriarch's family and old, all of them are passers-by in life, why bother with the effort and dissipate energy to beat these passers-by?

Ha ha.

As long as you don't stop me from rushing, you can play with your own eggs and step on it.